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Chapter 171: Misdiagnosis
At this point, there are countless large medical halls and pharmacies on the street. If everyone were to be misdiagnosed by quack doctors like Zhou Mengyao, it would be terrifying. Just imagine the anxiety of someone diagnosed with an incurable disease.
Those who have not been taken by illness could easily be scared to death.
So, unless one experiences it firsthand, they can never truly understand the despair of being unable to seek death or find a way to live. I empathized with Zhou Mengyao's feelings at that time and took care of her emotions, which is why I ended up in that kind of relationship with her.
Especially regarding the issue of doctors accepting red envelopes, all major hospitals have notices posted refusing such practices.
Yet, that is not the reality; behind closed doors, various means are employed, and it is still the common people who suffer.
Just like Zhou Mengyao, her feelings at that moment were understandable—restless and anxious, as if a cat's claws were scratching at her heart.
She couldn't wait; the re-examination doctor could check her as soon as possible. This meant spending money. Zhou Mengyao understood the unspoken message from the re-examination doctor and pulled out her wallet, handing over three red bills. The doctor's expression immediately softened, and he said kindly, "Please wait a moment; I will examine you right away."
Money can indeed move mountains. With those three red bills, she received results in just a few minutes: she did not have cancer but rather a condition in gynecology called endometrial hyperplasia that caused excessive bleeding.
Three red bills bought her peace of mind. Zhou Mengyao felt it was worth it; she left the hospital without complaint, intending to live happily ever after. Unfortunately, she ended up dying. Her death was somewhat connected to me.
Thinking about her filled me with guilt and a sense of torment.
Following Chi Ruiqiang through winding corridors felt less like heading to a ward and more like going to his office.
"This..."
Chi Ruiqiang nodded at me and led the way inside. "Rongrong is being taken care of by them; you can rest assured. I brought you here to share some heartfelt words." I sat down silently while he took a seat as well. Once settled, he fell into deep thought for a long time.
The office was simply decorated yet had an air of sophistication. The large desk was made of solid mahogany.
A crystal chandelier spun like glass above us, and the wallpaper was of the highest quality. The sofa against the wall was definitely imported; it could fold or lay flat. I found myself sitting on this versatile sofa when a long strand of hair caught my attention. I effortlessly twirled it around my finger for a closer look.
My mind began to wander.
The dean's office doesn't look like an office, but like a lounge specially designed for him. Chiang's mother has short hair. This long hair doesn’t look like it belongs to a nurse in the hospital. It's not hard to imagine that something like that happened between men and women on this sofa, and this long hair is the evidence. I held my long hair in my hand and slowly stuffed it into my trouser pocket. Chi I glanced at it and it was a Construction Bank card. He picked up the card and walked to me: "Qi, don't blame ChiUncle for what he did in the past. Your aunt and Lin Tai's mother formed a partnership to open a pharmacy. The matter of buying fake and substandard medicines is enough to make me buy Eighteen Layers of Hell. In fact, I tried to stop her before, but she still asked someone to get the medicines that had not been destroyed in time and handed them over to Lin Tai. Mom put it in Counter to buy. Although eating it will not kill you, it is not good for your health, including some food that will not kill you. The same is true for her death. In your words, she has received retribution, but it is not good for me. This is a very heartbreaking thing. There are five hundred thousand on this card. You help me bribe the HellGate ghost, and the rest will be considered as reward. "Five hundred thousand is a literal number to me and Fatty. After all, I have helped him so much, so I should also receive this hard-earned reward. At the beginning, I never thought that selling fake medicines would have the shares of Chiang’s mother. Now that I think about it, she really got her comeuppance. ChiRuiqiang also believes in Buddhism. When I entered the door, I noticed that Guanyu Statue was enshrined in a recessed square grid on the left wall of the room. It is a very delicate Guanyu Statue. I think this Guanyu Statue should be turned on and off. Guanyu StatueAlthough, the eyebrows are full of heroic spirit, majestic and lifelike. Money is a good thing, no matter who you are. I caught the bank card and stuffed it into my jeans bag. Before I could say any polite words, a huge mysterious force dragged me and hit me against the back wall. Pain instantly spread all over my body. Before I could get up, a pair of invisible hands grabbed my Neck and lifted me up with a swish. This scene happened so fast that Chi Ruiqiang was so shocked that he was in a hurry, focusing on one thing and not the other. He hit the computer chair but failed to catch me. He was shaking with fear, and his voice changed tone: "Ma Qi, what's wrong with you?" How do I know what happened? The Guanyu Statue can be enshrined here. It is not easy for evil things to come in, and it is impossible to blatantly hurt people. Unless Guanyu Statue becomes a decoration, it will not protect the people in this room at all. If that's the case, then there's only one possibility. It was my guess before that there was a story happening on that sofa. The mysterious power lifted me up, and my nose was bleeding like a fountain. I saw blood. Chi Ruiqiang was so frightened that my face turned pale and I took a big breath. I didn’t know what to do. Chi Ruiqiang Playing with the nurse offended Guan Gong (Polluted Divine Eye) Guan Gong Spirit Energy failed and ignored what happened in the room. Fortunately, I am smart enough to carry the incense ashes given by Ten-Mile Temple Old Monk with me all the time, hanging in the cloth bag on my Neck. I was suffocating, my breath was uneven, and my chest felt like it was going to explode.
I gritted my teeth, gripping the cloth bag tightly, and shook out the incense ash into the air. The gray ash floated up, and the force around my neck loosened, causing the mysterious power to vanish without a trace. I fell from a height and landed hard on the ground, unable to get up.
"Are you okay?" Chi Ruiqiang asked foolishly.
In that moment of falling, I saw the coat rack and thought I was done for; my precious parts were about to be crushed. Instinctively, I covered that area. Fortunately, I brushed against the coat rack and fell straight down. The pain was inevitable, but my precious parts were not harmed in the slightest.
You, Chi Ruiqiang, the director of a hospital, are really quite dense. Why ask if I'm okay? With a fall like that, how could I possibly be fine? After finally managing to get up, the marks on my neck were very obvious, as if a pair of strong hands had gripped me tightly.
"Apply iodine tincture," I said.
I waved my hand dismissively. "No need." As I stood there with my hand still on my neck, I looked again at the Guanyu Statue. It seemed to hide a hint of cold laughter in its brow, its gaze filled with mockery. I turned to Chi Ruiqiang and said, "Uncle Chi, this Guanyu Statue has been defiled; let's get rid of it and bring back a new one."
"Yes... yes..." Chi Ruiqiang clearly felt guilty as he kept agreeing. He walked to the door and glanced back at the Guanyu Statue with concern. "We'll take care of it later."
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